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This is for Rose and Charlotte only :] |
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I'm working on my character, should be done in a bit. |
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Jason Oden ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Age- 24 Status- Rich Sexuality- Straight ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Physical Features- Brunette hair, slightly curled at the ends, the ends lightening softly. Espresso colored, dark eyes. Wears “old money” style clothes. (Suits, ties, button up shirts, slacks, etc.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Backstory-
He grew up thinking that no one would ever love him. His parents were abusive. His older sister taunted him. He left the house at 16, working at various chain stores and others. One day he stumbled into a mafia room and from then on he joined them, desperate to change his life, have a meaning, and be rich. He killed innocent and other murders alike. He was top of the business when he was on a job and got shot in the leg. He had to quit, ordered to bed rest for 2 months. He lost his income, but had saved a trillions of dollars in various banks, and was well set off. He sold a couple cars and was well off. However, he started to get lonely. He would take random women home every now and then, desperate. He started drinking. Became best friends with the bar manager. He then bought the bar and opened a couple others around. Every now and then, he had to take care of a few people after him. He quit bringing women home after one stole millions of dollars from him after he trusted her. He is a heavy drinker now, getting drunk at night to escape his flashbacks of dead bodies and thick leather belts snapping around his arms and legs and back. He has occasional nightmares from his childhood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Why did this lowkey take forever my creative brain shut off and turned back on at 3 am as usual :,] ) |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:24 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason went down to the little cafe as usual. No one there ever noticed him, so he was safe. She sat down and ordered a coffee. It seemed like no one else was in there. He bobbed his leg up and down, waiting for the waitress.
Just as he was sipping his coffee behind, a girl bumped straight into his chair, spilling the coffee over which burned his leg. "Dammit!" He shouted, before calming down and looking at the girl.
"I'll be ok... You good?" He muttered incoherently. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:24 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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He looked down at the woman, holding out a hand to signal stop. "I can handle myself. You can go back to what you were doing." The man mused as he slipped an 100 buck bill in her pocket, telling that she needed it. He got another coffee, this time not spilling it all over his leg. He walked out without looking at anyone like usual. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:24 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Jason walked out the door, not letting the lady finish. He hoped she could use it. He threw his nice jacket on and headed home, a smirk tugging at his face from the dilema. He arrived home, rolling down the huge driveway as he parked his car in the 7th garage. He got out and locked the keys up in the small safe by the door as he walked into the main kitchen, pouring ice and whiskey in a glass as he drank it, then pouring another and one more. |
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Edited at March 30, 2026 09:24 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Morning Snow followed by Sunshine
